The Crystal Lake by L.J. LaBarthe

Author:L.J. LaBarthe [LaBarthe, L.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter Twelve

“DUDE, AGAIN?” Declan leaned against a crumbling statue of a weeping angel and looked at Liam with an expression that could only be described as belligerent.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Liam said. He was as frustrated as his brother. He ran a hand through his hair, a habit born of frustration that he hadn’t been able to break since childhood.

They had visited so many cemeteries that Liam had lost count. And the ghosts and spirits at every single one had taken one look at him and fled. Here in Canada, in the silent and beautiful cemetery of Notre Dame des Neiges, Liam found he was feeling a little less discombobulated.

Since the outpouring of rage by both angelkind and demonkind directed at Naamah and her actions only a few weeks ago, Liam had been fighting to keep a cool, calm face for everyone around him. Inside, he was terrified, not just by what had happened but by what could happen in the future. When he had spoken out, imploring the angry ancient beings to calm down, to dial down their power, it had been an unthinking plea, blurted out before considering that one of them could easily kill him as one might swat a fly.

Sending Angelique and the others back in time had added to his sense of disorientation. Everything was changing and changing fast—frequently not for the better. The worried expressions on the faces of demon and angel alike frightened him more than anything else. When he’d been told to go and speak with the spirits and the ghosts, he’d been relieved—one, to be doing something and actively contributing, and two, getting away from the volatile tempers of supernatural creatures with more power than he could conceive.

They’d been transported by Camael and two angels who introduced themselves as Vel and Asaf. At Declan’s suggestion, once they returned to the US, the angels had taken them to Michael’s building in Oregon, and Declan had dismissed them, saying that driving around would be easier for everyone. The angels hadn’t argued, and Liam wasn’t the only one who was relieved to be on terra firma once more, sitting in the front passenger seat of their truck as Declan drove, his hands steady on the wheel, while Baxter and Riley napped in the backseat.

They had visited four cemeteries now, though, and Liam was beginning to wonder what the hell was going on. The dead usually flocked to him, eager to talk to him, to be heard and acknowledged. The first time they had run away, he had no idea what to do. Now, here in the beautiful and ancient Notre Dame des Neiges, Liam was beginning to lose his patience.

“This place is creepy,” Baxter said. “Though I guess it’s better than the creepy island of the creepy dolls who want to eat your souls in the night and make you their zombie slaves.”

Liam laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Which creepy island is this?”

“It’s called La Isla de la Munecas, and it’s in Mexico.

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